Prompt: Write a poem that is an advertisement…? Not exactly sure about this.
PUPPY FOR SALE
Kisses waiting for you
Adorable pup tis true
Life is boring get something new!
Puppy breath all day
Time for some fun, ok?
Many smiles are coming your way!
Call for more info
You want one, I know…
Ok, ready, set, GO!!
Today’s Prompt: Write a poem that begins and ends with the same word. I barely kept my eyes open, but I did it!
SLEEP
Sleep beckons in the afternoon air
My heavy eyes close with no thought or care
But the day is young still with so much to do
Bake pizzas and cookies before the day’s through
I must keep moving my goals I will keep
Before I lay my head down in a luxurious sleep.
Prompt: Write from the voice of a super hero, or super villain.
Honestly, I am not inspired by this idea at all and it’s 11:30pm. I’m going to spit something out this evening on the fly.
Here goes…
THE MOTIVATOR
You can do it
She always said
Showing me first
The path I’ll tread
Stretching me past
The limits instead
Showing me ways
To do something new
Inspiring my thoughts
The result was I grew
Touching my heart
In ways that are true
Thank you Teacher Lily!
~My Mentor
~My Teacher
~My Friend
Ok, not bad for a last minute poem! It’s 11:42pm. That was a great 12 minutes!
THE OLD WISE BARN
If walls could speak
This old barn would say
Cheer up my friend
God knows the way…
For love to brim
And flow through your heart
From this day forward
You simply will start…
To see the beauty
That is all around
The smiles, the laughter
The blessings are found…
In seeing the best
In the people you love
Steadfast and consistent
God knows from above…
The path that’s before you
He knows what is best
Trust in His wisdom
It will bring needed rest.
I published this poem on my first blog, back on April 22, 2010. I was going through a particularly rough time of life, living in the wilderness and grappling with the reality of Aspergers in my family. I was exploring what I could do with words and after spending a few hours at a deserted barn, and truly beautiful setting (take a look at the post in full), I penned the following. Even reading it today, it paints a nice picture still of the serenity of the moment with the birds at the pond.
From my journal…
“Yesterday I went out to the old barn on Butternut corner and snooped around. It was peaceful and just a gorgeous day. The sky was brilliant blue with glowing white clouds, bursting like popcorn in the vast sky. The birds sang their songs, all voices joining into a melodious choir, while the bees buzzed their percussion accompaniment as they danced from tiny flower to tiny flower. The ducks and one lone goose began the symphony with a flurry of noise, mingled with an odd sounding squeak at each flap of their wings, sounding like a soggy wet tennis shoe on a polished gymnasium wood floor. They fluttered through the sky, sending their scolding voices, darting one way, then circling back in the opposite direction, seemingly confused by the presence of the new intruder at their pond. The lone goose stayed longer in the weeds, carefully watching each step as the human came around the cow-path, narrowing the gap that offered safety to the lingering bird. With a frenzy of legs and wings, he ran across the water before lifting lightly into the sky, adding his own rusty hinge sound to the orchestra of nature.”
Prompt: Write a poem consisting entirely of things you would like to say, but never would, to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc.
I know just who to send it to. It would only be better if I had become the principal and future boss to this individual. She really did damage my confidence for many years. But no longer!! I have risen above that memory and moved forward with gusto.
I do have some things to say…
TO MY ENGLISH TEACHER
My words you critiqued
Red marks all over the page
Never pleased your eye
Discouraged I left
English my new enemy
Because you were harsh
Now in life I know
Writing brings me joy and fun
Your opinion wrong
I write for me now
Words unfiltered to the page
Genuine and true
A book I may write
Despite your view of my words
I control the pen
By KMc
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Prompt: Write a Tanka, a poem based on syllables, 5-7-5-7-7. Usually talks about nature, seasons, love, sadness, or other strong emotions.
DAUGHTER OF MY HEART
Anticipation
Joy and laughter filled the room
Pink rose lips and cheeks
Heart bursting with love for her
Sixteen years the pages turn
Creative is she
All must stop to see her work
Eyes and mouth in awe
Her hands do things one just dreams
Effortless she wows us all
Daughter of my heart
Keeps home and life filled with fun
Ideas coming
Bringing joy to all around
My baby girl all grown up
Sunday is spring banquet. Her dress fits her perfectly. I can’t wait to see how beautiful she will look! Of course, I’ll post pictures:)
By KMc
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Todays prompt: Write an “un-love poem”.
BROKEN PROMISE
The wrinkles wrap her hand in time
New lines form with each day
The ring of promise circles none
Instead it’s tucked away
With card and song he gave to her
This token of his heart
Small steps they took to seal their love
A future they would start
But as time passed he never asked
And love walked out the door
The ring she kept forgotten not
But hidden in a drawer
The promise to be one at last
A memory she could see
But he forgot the promise made
And had a new family
The ring an empty void of love
Was once a dream to start
But life not lived between these two
Broke the promise broke the heart
By KMc
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The prompt today – Noir.
1. Of or relating to the film noir genre.
2. Of or relating to a genre of crime literature featuring tough cynical characters, and bleak settings.
LOCK & KEY
Tall and sleek he stood with grace
His shoulders square and broad
Dark glasses coat and hat worn low
No one would see a fraud
His craft was words he used with skill
He dreamed them while he slept
The girl so innocent sweet and young
But soon her heart he swept
He offered dreams through words of love
She listened rapt with smiles
Naive with trust she heard the words
He spoke across the miles
She gave him all, her heart her soul
Her friendship free and true
She dreamed he’d one day give it back
‘Twas something he’d never do
The life he had was good enough
To leave it was no gain
And having love across the miles
‘Twas only her to blame
The fact that she adored him so
Brought strength to soul and mind
To cut the cord that filled a need
Why would he draw that line?
And so his crime was stolen love
He held with lock and key
To turn the lock he never would
Their hearts could not be free.
By KMc
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I looked up the writing prompt this morning from the NaPoWriMo blog site to see what ideas they had. It was suggested to write a poem with the rhyming pattern A-B-A-B-A-B-C-C, so I gave it a try. I will say that I enjoy being inspired much more by the beauty or events surrounding me, than trying to follow a certain pattern. But I made it work and wrote a poem. I don’t like it. I feel like I did it because I had to.
FORCED POETRY LACKS INSPIRATION
The clock keeps ticking 1-2-3
A poem I must write today
A-B-A-B-A-B-C-C
Follow the pattern this way
A few more lines forced out of me
But there’s not much to say
If I wasn’t cramming this would be fun
This is the last line and now I’m done:)
By KMc
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A few days ago, I decided that during this poetry month of April, I would share poems from the past every 7th day. Today, I will share a poem that I wrote back in 1990. It is the first poem that I cared about, born of heartbreak, and written from the heart. I think it’s safe to say it was inspired by things deeper than nature or the weather.
The paper is now worn and tired, but the words will never lose their meaning…
By KMc
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My guest author is my cousin, whom I have met twice. I love that I’m related to her and love that we’ve connected on FB. She actually sent me 2 poems, but the 2nd one will have to wait till the 14th when I share another poem from the past, and another poem from her. Enjoy!
GIVE IT A TRY
I have a cousin named Kristy
Whose poetry has inspired me
What are the tools?
I don’t know the rules
Give it a try, what’s to lose
Words put together
But I have to choose
Fear and hesitation
Could be my occupation
What the heck
I’ll stick out my neck
Having fun
Until I’m done…
Now!
By Darlene, 4-6-13
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